Makkabesku greeted him from the verandah while he was still a long way off.
"God be with your lordship! Is anything amiss that your lordship comes on foot ?" "Yes, at that cursed _tyira lupului_[33] the axle of my coach gave way.
I have always said that that bad bit of road ought to be seen to, this is at least the sixth time that this accident has befallen me." [Footnote 33: Wolf-corner.] "God is the cause thereof, your lordship.

Whenever the stream overflows it damages the road." "That is no consolation for me.

My fellows are struggling with the coach yonder and cannot set it upright again, so badly damaged it is.

It is a good job I was driving my own horses, for otherwise my neck might have been broken.

As it is one of my heydukes has sprained his hand.